Questions

I don’t know who I am

I’m not sure if I ever did

I knew what other people thought I was

To them I was just another kid

Another person subjected to the system

They saw my supposed bright future

Then lost interest

And I don’t know what I’m left with

The person I see in photographs

Is that really me?

The girl with bright eyes and a plan

I don’t recognize her

The one I see in the mirror

Clouded sight

She’s more smoke and mirrors than real substance

So intangible

Am I even real?

Who is she?

Who am I?

What’s the point?

~ Quill xΒ 

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